That last post wasn't about him. I mean, it wasnt NOT about him because so much of my sexual reality is wrapped up in the me i know thru being with him. That's the case with anything I write--i take bits and pieces and throw them together to make this big snickers bar of a text. There are bits of him scattered throughout everything.The last post was fiction--from the book. This one is not,
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